A little old lady sitting at the front of the bus can do nothing to change civil rights.

And if I do fall asleep, Marla has to keep track of Tyler. Where he goes. What he does. So maybe during the day, I can rush around and undo the damage.

If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.

If you're not drunk and half naked by this point, you're not paying attention.

People will listen to you only when they know you're dying, otherwise they're just waiting for their turn to talk.

The joke is, we all have the same punchline.

My writing process isn't a very organized thing. The actual writing part is a tiny part of my life. I often write in public. I bring my laptop or write freehand in notebooks. Then, I'll read through them while I exercise or walk the dog. The very last thing I do is the sitting alone at the computer part.